Through the Trees

Through The Trees...Johan Arhtursson
Picture By: Johan Arthursson

Through the trees,
The color paints time.
You see the spring,
The summer, the fall
And winter, there, dies.
Like a thousand chimes
The breeze will calmly ring
As we get lost in its lull.
A thousand miles on the road,
A million more to go.
Through the trees,
We make our journey.

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Be There

Boardwalk by Christian Holzinger
Picture Taken By: Christian Holzinger

I wish I could be there.

On that boardwalk, last summer

When you first told me you loved me.

Like fireflies, you lit up my world.

I wish I could be there.

When you told me you’d never leave,

And hold me forever, cherish me forever.

Why couldn’t that have been the truth?

Like summer, you came and left.

I wish I could be there.

Walking along the pier,

Laughing at your jokes

And smiling when you smiled.

Like cologne, you lost your affect on me.

I wish I could be there,

When life was as easy

As the next breath.

But like a dream, I woke up.

 

Like a Truck

Old Truck by Pawel Kadysz
Picture Taken by: Pawel Kadysz

Grandpa told me that life is a truck:

It’s new and full of energy at first,

But then it gets old, and needs work.

That it just needs a new engine at it’s worst.

He said it could take you far,

If you treated it right.

He said that to keep it up to par

You’d have to always follow the lights.

But most of all he taught me about direction.

Said that the passenger seat was for learning,

So that when he was gone, I could take his position

Until it was my turn to pass it on.